Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter twenty-two

Theo was shorter than the other eighth-year blokes. Harry was definitely a lot taller than him - and Ron even more probably - and he just beat Haven by a couple of inches. Haven was sure it was because of his wild mess of brown hair that Theo sometimes had to tie in a tiny, little bun in the nape of his neck. 

Now that he laid asleep on the largest couch of the common room, Theo looked much smaller and much younger.

Harry and Haven could see that he fell asleep whilst reading; a book had fallen onto the floor right below where Theo had his arms wrapped around his waist to keep himself warm. His knees were pulled up to his chest. He seemed to be shivering from the cold, it was November already after all.

"What's he still doing here?" Harry wondered out loud as Haven and he stepped further into the common room. 

"Sleeping, clearly,"

Harry poked Haven in her side.

"Do you reckon he does it too?" Harry asked, subconsciously tilting his head to look at Theo's face.

"Does what?" Haven picked up the book from the floor. It was a retelling of one of Beedle the Bart's tales.

"Revenge bedtime thingy - whatever you called it,"

"Revenge bedtime procrastination," Haven corrected him as she shut the book and put it on the small table. "Probably. Lots of people do it, I reckon. Especially from our year,"

"I feel like you'd be an amazing yet terrifying therapist or psychologist,"

A smug smirk appeared on Haven's lips and she looked over her shoulder to wink at Harry. He pretended not to see it so he wouldn't have to acknowledge the blush that crept up his cheeks. 

The two of them had just come back from the Room of Requirement to throw more glasses at the walls. It was a great relief, like heavy burdens falling off their shoulders for a moment.

Harry was punishing Haven a little from the Quidditch practise that afternoon. She nearly fell off her broom again from when she tried to hang from her broomstick. Harry was furious but Haven could only stare at the way he paced in front of her in the changing room with his shoulders broad and eyebrows deeply furrowed. 

Haven couldn't help it that Harry was so attractive when he was mad. 

The Hufflepuff girl suggested they'd use a particular coping mechanism to help him out of his angry state but Harry refused to let Haven get the satisfaction of snogging him until he was her nice, good boy again. 

Haven thought that was rather kinky for what they did but didn't dare to say that out loud. She would never hear the end of it. 

"Do you think he's angry as well?"

"Probably,"

"Should we ask him to join us?" Harry looked at Haven with his eyebrows raised. 

"What, like a threesome?" Haven chuckled lowly, knowing fully well he meant the glass-throwing part. 

"Oh, shut up," Harry murmured with a roll of his eyes. "You know what I meant,"

"I did, but I do think I like this reaction better," Haven said with her usual teasing grin.

If it wasn't for the punishment he called out over her, he would have pushed her against the wall right then and there to snog her senseless. Harry kind of missed it, even after just one evening. 

"Should we wake him up?" Harry then asked, turning his attention back to the Slytherin boy. Harry was pretty sure he could just pick him up and carry him to the Slytherin dormitories if he had to.